CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

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I was sucked into the dimness of the ridiculously large Victorian Grey-themed room when my eyes fluttered open. The primary source of light was the silvery glow of the moonlight that filtered into the room through the arched windows behind the king-sized bed, which had its curtains pulled to the side.

The room, although soaked in the celestial glow, wasn't completely illuminated because some areas of the large room were still a little bit dark. But the bigger and taller man who had his arm draped possessively around me seemed to be the centre of attention for the lighting that descended upon the room because he glowed like diamonds under the night sky.

His silky hair was a messy mop atop his head, bringing a light tint to my cheeks as I remembered how I had fisted them really hard earlier when he had his mouth on me. I had grown to realise how his face seemingly displayed more emotions when he was asleep than when he was awake. The look on his face depicted a stat